Chapter 220
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Chapter 220
Buried into the ground up to his neck, Timothy circulated his energy throughout his broken body. He was beginning to understand now, how things changed in Essence Collection. It would have been nice to reach his current level of understanding sooner, but that was just how things were. The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.
As his energy circulated through his body, it began to change. It became powerful, durable, lasting. The energy of Essence Collection would always be stronger than the levels below it, but the way in which it was stronger differed between cultivators. The traits Timothy was imbuing into his energy were what he wanted. What he needed.
He picked himself up out of his hole, holding his broken bones in place with his energy. His energy didnt transform all at once, but even if it had with his body in the state it was he wasnt going to make up the difference in power compared to his opponent. But he didnt have to do that all on his own.
Chikere came to stand next to him, her eyes closed. It seemed she was still under the effects of the illusion- in fact, it seemed that having found her susceptible they focused it on her and barely bothered to try to confuse Timothy or Hoyt. He was more certain that was the case with every moment, as his senses began to clear.
He didnt have long to think about what was happening as the mid Essence Collection man landed and charged forward once more, doubtless ready to finish crushing Timothy with his fist weapons. There wasnt much to be done about that, since Timothy had barely stopped the last one. But he held his sword and shield ready, tilting the point of his sword to stab out towards his opponent. If he couldnt stop him, he might as well try to injure him.
At the very instant his sword began to move, Chikere flashed past him, looking much like a prickly bush of swords. Most of her attacks went wide as the man halted his momentum, sending dirt flying everywhere.
There was a strange moment where nothing was happening, but as Timothy stepped forward to stand next to Chikere he found she was only idly attacking. She didnt know where the target was, after all yet shed so precisely charged the man in front of them he found it difficult to believe.
Seeming to find Chikeres an unacceptable threat, the mid Essence Collection cultivator spun on his heel, kicking towards her with reinforced greaves. Timothy couldnt reach his shield over to Chikeres side, so he did his best to parry with his sword. Then Chikere was once more a flurry of movement, blades slicing out and up in an almost undodgeable wall of swords.
Timothy was embarrassed it took him so long to realize what was happening. Chikere was a sword cultivator, and while she said she could sense any sword nearby no matter what, that wasnt the sort of thing normal people took seriously. It sounded like an exaggeration. But as the enemy cultivator drew back from Chikeres attacks, Timothy changed his parry into a pathetic attempt at a slash towards him. His attack was too slow to matter, but Chikere charged forward following his movements.
A few moments later, the battle was a strange dance where Timothy was moving his sword as a sort of conductors wand, directing Chikere while not even being close to the enemy himself. Though he wanted with every fiber of his being to protect his friends and companions, he was aware his body and remaining energy werent up to the task.
Timothy wished he could sense Hoyts fight, but that section of the battlefield was hidden from his senses. He could only hope his friend was doing well, because despite Chikeres skill with the sword, it was greatly blunted by having no awareness of her opponents weapons. The only saving grace was that her nine swords focused together to cover the whole area in front of her, and the Essence Collection cultivator was finding it difficult to attack her without leaving himself vulnerable to his arm or leg getting chopped off- or just being fully impaled.
As he tried to circle around, Timothy turned and swept his sword. Chikeres movements werent always of the same magnitude he wanted, but he began to apply energy to his sword as if he were actually attacking, and she responded to that intensity. It was only a short time before the Essence Collection man had circled around her entirely, and then he broke forward to attack Timothy.
The only thing he could think to do was flip his sword around, hoping that Chikere would take the signal and move towards him. He wasnt quite confident enough to spin around and show his back. She moved with great speed, but he wasnt sure if she was fast enough. Blindly running across an uneven forest floor slowed her down somewhat.
Time seemed to slow as the man approached. Then there was a *clink* sound as Chikeres swords hit the man. Then they did it again and again.
Timothys eyes flicked between the woman besides him and the man encased in a thin sheet of what must have been extremely sturdy ice. He quickly twirled his sword and sheathed it. Chikere didnt lower her weapons, but she stopped attacking.
Thank you, said the woman.
The fog on Timothys senses cleared, and he first felt Hoyt with two more ice statues and half of one. Chikeres face twitched, then she opened her eyes, actually focusing on the features around her.
Frostmirror Sect, right? Chikere asked. Youre late?
Were we? the woman Timothy was fairly certain was Elder Adelina showed no expression as she responded to that remark. I do not believe so. Any delay was merely because of the difficulty of freezing someone from inside out, energy and all.
On the other side of the battlefield, Timothy felt Anton. The others were there as well, but their energies had all settled down as the battle was ending. But Anton fired a shot into the distance. Timothy would bet he hit, too. He didnt like his chances with blocking that even if he was at full power.
Come then, said Elder Adelina. It seems one of your companions could use some assistance. Timothy creakily turned his body. A lot of bones were broken and he was just holding himself in place with energy, so he preferred not to make any swift moves now that he didnt have to. As he watched, Elder Adelina walked over to Velvet and encased her in ice. Oh come now, dont give me that look, she said to everyone around her. Shes in a protective stasis like the others. She got the largest dose of poison of any of you. I assume if you had a way to help her with that you would have already done so.
... is it safe? Anton asked.
Safer than leaving her as she was, Elder Adelina replied. And unlike these few over here, I didnt freeze her core so her cultivation should not be damaged.
Everyone was so exhausted they didnt have a retort for that. Anish seemed to have disappeared off into the distance, but he came back not long later carrying a body. Well Ill be damned, he said. You actually hit.
Of course, Anton said. I wouldnt waste my energy for nothing. Not when we could be attacked again.
You wont be, Elder Adelina confirmed. Unless there are spare fools who wish to die. Now all of you should deal with your various wounds. Then she sniffed. She stomped the ground, creating a small crater, then gradually filled it with ice. And bathe. Anish, melt it.
I dont have to take orders from you, he said testily. Then he sniffed. But they could use the bath.
Of course, it would take more than just water to clean off the musk of the giant skunk, but there were options available to the cultivators. They could at least lessen the smell somewhat before returning to the city. And they certainly needed to treat their wounds. Cuts and stabs were everywhere, but Timothy wondered if he could just get someone to carry him back to town, since there werent any parts of him that werent at least a little broken.
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Chapter 220
Buried into the ground up to his neck, Timothy circulated his energy throughout his broken body. He was beginning to understand now, how things changed in Essence Collection. It would have been nice to reach his current level of understanding sooner, but that was just how things were. The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.
As his energy circulated through his body, it began to change. It became powerful, durable, lasting. The energy of Essence Collection would always be stronger than the levels below it, but the way in which it was stronger differed between cultivators. The traits Timothy was imbuing into his energy were what he wanted. What he needed.
He picked himself up out of his hole, holding his broken bones in place with his energy. His energy didnt transform all at once, but even if it had with his body in the state it was he wasnt going to make up the difference in power compared to his opponent. But he didnt have to do that all on his own.
Chikere came to stand next to him, her eyes closed. It seemed she was still under the effects of the illusion- in fact, it seemed that having found her susceptible they focused it on her and barely bothered to try to confuse Timothy or Hoyt. He was more certain that was the case with every moment, as his senses began to clear.
He didnt have long to think about what was happening as the mid Essence Collection man landed and charged forward once more, doubtless ready to finish crushing Timothy with his fist weapons. There wasnt much to be done about that, since Timothy had barely stopped the last one. But he held his sword and shield ready, tilting the point of his sword to stab out towards his opponent. If he couldnt stop him, he might as well try to injure him.
At the very instant his sword began to move, Chikere flashed past him, looking much like a prickly bush of swords. Most of her attacks went wide as the man halted his momentum, sending dirt flying everywhere.
There was a strange moment where nothing was happening, but as Timothy stepped forward to stand next to Chikere he found she was only idly attacking. She didnt know where the target was, after all yet shed so precisely charged the man in front of them he found it difficult to believe.
Seeming to find Chikeres an unacceptable threat, the mid Essence Collection cultivator spun on his heel, kicking towards her with reinforced greaves. Timothy couldnt reach his shield over to Chikeres side, so he did his best to parry with his sword. Then Chikere was once more a flurry of movement, blades slicing out and up in an almost undodgeable wall of swords.
Timothy was embarrassed it took him so long to realize what was happening. Chikere was a sword cultivator, and while she said she could sense any sword nearby no matter what, that wasnt the sort of thing normal people took seriously. It sounded like an exaggeration. But as the enemy cultivator drew back from Chikeres attacks, Timothy changed his parry into a pathetic attempt at a slash towards him. His attack was too slow to matter, but Chikere charged forward following his movements.
A few moments later, the battle was a strange dance where Timothy was moving his sword as a sort of conductors wand, directing Chikere while not even being close to the enemy himself. Though he wanted with every fiber of his being to protect his friends and companions, he was aware his body and remaining energy werent up to the task.
Timothy wished he could sense Hoyts fight, but that section of the battlefield was hidden from his senses. He could only hope his friend was doing well, because despite Chikeres skill with the sword, it was greatly blunted by having no awareness of her opponents weapons. The only saving grace was that her nine swords focused together to cover the whole area in front of her, and the Essence Collection cultivator was finding it difficult to attack her without leaving himself vulnerable to his arm or leg getting chopped off- or just being fully impaled.
As he tried to circle around, Timothy turned and swept his sword. Chikeres movements werent always of the same magnitude he wanted, but he began to apply energy to his sword as if he were actually attacking, and she responded to that intensity. It was only a short time before the Essence Collection man had circled around her entirely, and then he broke forward to attack Timothy.
The only thing he could think to do was flip his sword around, hoping that Chikere would take the signal and move towards him. He wasnt quite confident enough to spin around and show his back. She moved with great speed, but he wasnt sure if she was fast enough. Blindly running across an uneven forest floor slowed her down somewhat.
Time seemed to slow as the man approached. Then there was a *clink* sound as Chikeres swords hit the man. Then they did it again and again.
Timothys eyes flicked between the woman besides him and the man encased in a thin sheet of what must have been extremely sturdy ice. He quickly twirled his sword and sheathed it. Chikere didnt lower her weapons, but she stopped attacking.
Thank you, said the woman.
The fog on Timothys senses cleared, and he first felt Hoyt with two more ice statues and half of one. Chikeres face twitched, then she opened her eyes, actually focusing on the features around her.
Frostmirror Sect, right? Chikere asked. Youre late?
Were we? the woman Timothy was fairly certain was Elder Adelina showed no expression as she responded to that remark. I do not believe so. Any delay was merely because of the difficulty of freezing someone from inside out, energy and all.
On the other side of the battlefield, Timothy felt Anton. The others were there as well, but their energies had all settled down as the battle was ending. But Anton fired a shot into the distance. Timothy would bet he hit, too. He didnt like his chances with blocking that even if he was at full power.
Come then, said Elder Adelina. It seems one of your companions could use some assistance. Timothy creakily turned his body. A lot of bones were broken and he was just holding himself in place with energy, so he preferred not to make any swift moves now that he didnt have to. As he watched, Elder Adelina walked over to Velvet and encased her in ice. Oh come now, dont give me that look, she said to everyone around her. Shes in a protective stasis like the others. She got the largest dose of poison of any of you. I assume if you had a way to help her with that you would have already done so.
... is it safe? Anton asked.
Safer than leaving her as she was, Elder Adelina replied. And unlike these few over here, I didnt freeze her core so her cultivation should not be damaged.
Everyone was so exhausted they didnt have a retort for that. Anish seemed to have disappeared off into the distance, but he came back not long later carrying a body. Well Ill be damned, he said. You actually hit.
Of course, Anton said. I wouldnt waste my energy for nothing. Not when we could be attacked again.
You wont be, Elder Adelina confirmed. Unless there are spare fools who wish to die. Now all of you should deal with your various wounds. Then she sniffed. She stomped the ground, creating a small crater, then gradually filled it with ice. And bathe. Anish, melt it.
I dont have to take orders from you, he said testily. Then he sniffed. But they could use the bath.
Of course, it would take more than just water to clean off the musk of the giant skunk, but there were options available to the cultivators. They could at least lessen the smell somewhat before returning to the city. And they certainly needed to treat their wounds. Cuts and stabs were everywhere, but Timothy wondered if he could just get someone to carry him back to town, since there werent any parts of him that werent at least a little broken.
Chapter 220Buried into the ground up to his neck, Timothy circulated his energy throughout his broken body. He was beginning to understand now, how things changed in Essence Collection. It would have been nice to reach his current level of understanding sooner, but that was just how things were. The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.As his energy circulated through his body, it began to change. It became powerful, durable, lasting. The energy of Essence Collection would always be stronger than the levels below it, but the way in which it was stronger differed between cultivators. The traits Timothy was imbuing into his energy were what he wanted. What he needed. He picked himself up out of his hole, holding his broken bones in place with his energy. His energy didnt transform all at once, but even if it had with his body in the state it was he wasnt going to make up the difference in power compared to his opponent. But he didnt have to do that all on his own.Chikere came to stand next to him, her eyes closed. It seemed she was still under the effects of the illusion- in fact, it seemed that having found her susceptible they focused it on her and barely bothered to try to confuse Timothy or Hoyt. He was more certain that was the case with every moment, as his senses began to clear.He didnt have long to think about what was happening as the mid Essence Collection man landed and charged forward once more, doubtless ready to finish crushing Timothy with his fist weapons. There wasnt much to be done about that, since Timothy had barely stopped the last one. But he held his sword and shield ready, tilting the point of his sword to stab out towards his opponent. If he couldnt stop him, he might as well try to injure him.At the very instant his sword began to move, Chikere flashed past him, looking much like a prickly bush of swords. Most of her attacks went wide as the man halted his momentum, sending dirt flying everywhere.There was a strange moment where nothing was happening, but as Timothy stepped forward to stand next to Chikere he found she was only idly attacking. She didnt know where the target was, after all yet shed so precisely charged the man in front of them he found it difficult to believe. Seeming to find Chikeres an unacceptable threat, the mid Essence Collection cultivator spun on his heel, kicking towards her with reinforced greaves. Timothy couldnt reach his shield over to Chikeres side, so he did his best to parry with his sword. Then Chikere was once more a flurry of movement, blades slicing out and up in an almost undodgeable wall of swords.Timothy was embarrassed it took him so long to realize what was happening. Chikere was a sword cultivator, and while she said she could sense any sword nearby no matter what, that wasnt the sort of thing normal people took seriously. It sounded like an exaggeration. But as the enemy cultivator drew back from Chikeres attacks, Timothy changed his parry into a pathetic attempt at a slash towards him. His attack was too slow to matter, but Chikere charged forward following his movements. A few moments later, the battle was a strange dance where Timothy was moving his sword as a sort of conductors wand, directing Chikere while not even being close to the enemy himself. Though he wanted with every fiber of his being to protect his friends and companions, he was aware his body and remaining energy werent up to the task. Timothy wished he could sense Hoyts fight, but that section of the battlefield was hidden from his senses. He could only hope his friend was doing well, because despite Chikeres skill with the sword, it was greatly blunted by having no awareness of her opponents weapons. The only saving grace was that her nine swords focused together to cover the whole area in front of her, and the Essence Collection cultivator was finding it difficult to attack her without leaving himself vulnerable to his arm or leg getting chopped off- or just being fully impaled. As he tried to circle around, Timothy turned and swept his sword. Chikeres movements werent always of the same magnitude he wanted, but he began to apply energy to his sword as if he were actually attacking, and she responded to that intensity. It was only a short time before the Essence Collection man had circled around her entirely, and then he broke forward to attack Timothy.The only thing he could think to do was flip his sword around, hoping that Chikere would take the signal and move towards him. He wasnt quite confident enough to spin around and show his back. She moved with great speed, but he wasnt sure if she was fast enough. Blindly running across an uneven forest floor slowed her down somewhat.Time seemed to slow as the man approached. Then there was a *clink* sound as Chikeres swords hit the man. Then they did it again and again.Timothys eyes flicked between the woman besides him and the man encased in a thin sheet of what must have been extremely sturdy ice. He quickly twirled his sword and sheathed it. Chikere didnt lower her weapons, but she stopped attacking.Thank you, said the woman. The fog on Timothys senses cleared, and he first felt Hoyt with two more ice statues and half of one. Chikeres face twitched, then she opened her eyes, actually focusing on the features around her.Frostmirror Sect, right? Chikere asked. Youre late?Were we? the woman Timothy was fairly certain was Elder Adelina showed no expression as she responded to that remark. I do not believe so. Any delay was merely because of the difficulty of freezing someone from inside out, energy and all.On the other side of the battlefield, Timothy felt Anton. The others were there as well, but their energies had all settled down as the battle was ending. But Anton fired a shot into the distance. Timothy would bet he hit, too. He didnt like his chances with blocking that even if he was at full power.Come then, said Elder Adelina. It seems one of your companions could use some assistance. Timothy creakily turned his body. A lot of bones were broken and he was just holding himself in place with energy, so he preferred not to make any swift moves now that he didnt have to. As he watched, Elder Adelina walked over to Velvet and encased her in ice. Oh come now, dont give me that look, she said to everyone around her. Shes in a protective stasis like the others. She got the largest dose of poison of any of you. I assume if you had a way to help her with that you would have already done so.... is it safe? Anton asked.Safer than leaving her as she was, Elder Adelina replied. And unlike these few over here, I didnt freeze her core so her cultivation should not be damaged.Everyone was so exhausted they didnt have a retort for that. Anish seemed to have disappeared off into the distance, but he came back not long later carrying a body. Well Ill be damned, he said. You actually hit.Of course, Anton said. I wouldnt waste my energy for nothing. Not when we could be attacked again.You wont be, Elder Adelina confirmed. Unless there are spare fools who wish to die. Now all of you should deal with your various wounds. Then she sniffed. She stomped the ground, creating a small crater, then gradually filled it with ice. And bathe. Anish, melt it.I dont have to take orders from you, he said testily. Then he sniffed. But they could use the bath.Of course, it would take more than just water to clean off the musk of the giant skunk, but there were options available to the cultivators. They could at least lessen the smell somewhat before returning to the city. And they certainly needed to treat their wounds. Cuts and stabs were everywhere, but Timothy wondered if he could just get someone to carry him back to town, since there werent any parts of him that werent at least a little broken.
